The best thing I could do was try not to argue with them. That only allowed for me spend even more time in my room, or even worse, spend some time in ...he basement. I hated when they locked me in the basement. “Also,” she began, following me into the kitchen. “I need my dress fixed before tonight. It looks to much like Daphne’s and I don’t want to look like Daphne. I want to not only be the prettiest girl at the ball, which I alway am, but I also want to have the best dress.” Ashleigh was not. It was a sad commentary on society that booze could bring the generations together, that a tall glass of Bud could unite the normally disagreeable groups. That was life, however, and this was her where she chose to select their prey. Their prey. Her gaze traveled around the dimly lit room in circles, analyzing first the leggy, thirty-something bartender, then the young brunette seated on the lap of her equally young male friend at the end of the bar, to her left. Her sparkling blue eyes. He seduces mainly with his eyes and his voice. At his best he is a witty, challenging partner who can delight and charm his way into any woman’s bed. However, if his thoughts should descend to the black depths, he will be morose and an unsuitable companion for man, woman or beast. As a husband, he can be fickle and prone to periods of barren self-absorption. Any woman unequal to his intellect travels dangerous ground with a Philosopher as a husband. These are, of course, only brief summaries of. As I watched in silence she brought her hand down, slowly.To her open blouse.It was joined by her other hand which, working together, undid several buttons, revealing her bra, a black lacy one, and about an acre of gorgeous cleavage. It was very clear now, what Betty's intentions were.Recalling this, all these years later, my heart is beating almost as fast as it did in that moment....... almost.I froze, not knowing what to do. I mean seriously, would you? We all brag and fantasize about what.